My night may have taken a turn for the worst. But it could help me in the future. It seems almost surreal to think that and hour ago tears leaked from my eyes, my lungs gasped for air, and my mind was screaming horrible things at me. All over a small breakup. My mind has stopped screaming, but the sly whispers in my ear are still there but I can deal with that, I do all day everyday.
I sit here now, quiet, a little hurt, and drained.
It's just another night. One I will barely get through with the aid of crappy sleep and a wish on a star thousands of miles away. A sick feeling in my stomach that will probably stick with me till tomorrow. I know all this will pass and things will still be cloudy but the sun will come out, the storm will return, then it's back to the start.
Knowing what I know, I open my laptop. My fingers fly across the keyboard. A few minutes of clicking and swiping and I pour my thoughts and feelings out into a book no one reads.
I sit here now, feeling a little better.
It's venting for me. I'm letting all of it out so it doesn't hurt me anymore. I need this. I need this. I have this. Things aren't getting much better but they aren't getting worse. It's just another relapse of anxiety fallowed by depression. Nothing I haven't experienced before. I know he is struggling with the same thing as I am and that thought alone drowns me in a new wave of hurt. All of these fucked up feelings pulling me down.
My shaking hands grip at my hair, almost in a weak attempt to pull out the harmful thoughts, but to no avail.
God help me. Someone.
Something
Help me
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RandomI have some weird things that go through my head. my ships, puns on my sexuality, when I get upset, and so on and so forth. so these are pointless rants and randomness. I also write short little stories that could go into books so don't be surprised...
